Kpop Sickfics & Hurtfics

Silent Melodies (Youngjae)

Youngjae had always been proud of his voice. It was his gift, his identity, and his way of connecting with the world. His bright tone and effortless energy drew fans in and elevated every song he sang. It was his strongest asset—until one morning, it wasn't.

He woke up with a strange tightness in his throat, a dull soreness that made his chest constrict. At first, he didn't think much of it. With GOT7's packed schedule, it wasn't unusual for him to feel worn out after back-to-back rehearsals and performances. But when he tried to hum a tune, no sound came out. His voice had vanished.

Startled, Youngjae cleared his throat, hoping it was just some morning roughness. He tried again, pushing more force into the hum, but nothing happened. Panic started to settle in, creeping up from his stomach. His voice—his voice—was completely gone.

Grabbing his phone, Youngjae typed out a hurried message to Jay B, his leader and one of his closest friends.

Youngjae: Something's wrong. I can't talk.

A minute later, his phone buzzed with a reply.

Jay B: What do you mean? Did you lose your voice?

Youngjae: Yeah... like, completely.

Another reply came in almost instantly.

Jay B: Don't panic. Let's get you to a doctor. I'm coming over.

Youngjae paced his apartment, anxiety gnawing at him as he waited for Jay B. He kept trying to make sounds, even whispering, but nothing worked. His throat felt strained, but it wasn't painful. He couldn't understand how his voice had disappeared overnight.

When Jay B arrived, he took one look at Youngjae's distressed face and immediately pulled him into a hug.

"We'll figure it out, okay?" Jay B reassured him softly. "Let's get to the doctor."

The doctor's diagnosis hit harder than Youngjae expected: extreme vocal strain. It was a common enough issue for singers who didn't rest their voices properly, but the doctor's instructions filled him with dread—no talking, no singing, no straining his voice at all for at least two weeks. Maybe more.

Youngjae's eyes widened as he tried to protest, but the doctor quickly shook her head.

"If you don't rest your voice now, it could cause permanent damage," she warned. "I know it's tough with your schedule, but this isn't negotiable. Your vocal cords need time to heal."

Jay B, who had been sitting silently beside him, gave Youngjae a sympathetic look. "You can't risk your voice, Youngjae. We'll figure something out for the tour."

Youngjae wanted to argue, to tell him that they didn't have time to postpone anything. Their world tour was starting in just a few days, and the thought of missing out on performing, on being there with the group, made his stomach churn. But he couldn't say any of that. He couldn't say anything.

The days that followed were a blur of frustration and isolation. Youngjae was given strict instructions to rest his voice, which meant no rehearsals, no vocal warm-ups, not even casual conversations. The members, especially Jay B, kept reminding him to write down whatever he needed to say instead of trying to talk, but it felt stifling. Every time he picked up a pen to jot down his thoughts, it felt like a reminder of how disconnected he was from everything.

The rehearsals went on without him. GOT7 continued preparing for the tour, working tirelessly to perfect their choreography and stage presence, while Youngjae was sidelined, silently watching from the corner of the practice room. They offered to scale back his parts, maybe even give him more breaks during the performances, but Youngjae hated the idea of being a burden. He hated that he couldn't do what he was supposed to do—sing.